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I dream of the root-tree

By Sara Elgerot

Skum is foam

Hora is hour is whore

Pants are

trousers or knickers

or trash or rubbish


At what hour is the foam in the bin

the whore pant-less scum


I dream of the root-tree

once cuttings

from the same seed


intertwined with the wind

kvasir of the universe

danced and mingled

honey dripping



oh how lost

to each other


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